Fickle, thy name is……..

I suppress myself.  I have to.  If I didn’t, I would have no readers.  And I want readers.  I like the fame, ya know?

But sometimes, I have to vent.  I have to speak my mind.  I just have to.

It is who I am.  And I am not sorry.

It’s a curse, is what it is…..

And so I wrote some blogs that were kinda political (actually, I don’t see it as political.  I see it is ethical.  But I understand if people see it as political.  They are wrong, of course.  But I understand).

Anyway, you should see the blog stats!  When I wrote about shot-gun toting thugs in El Salvador, my numbers went to 1200!  When I wrote about drinking Rye whiskey with my hermit-like friend, I was at 800.  When I write about everyday life on a remote island, the numbers remain steady at around 300.  A smidge over.  Maybe 325.

Throw a few racy words into the mix and I can see 400.

Writing my political views – the numbers plummet.  Today was 200.  Yesterday was 238.  Speaking my political/ethical mind, it seems, is not a good thing – not for marketing purposes, anyway.

Lesson to self:  If you wanna sell a book, write about ravens having sex. If you wanna vent about politics, yell in the shower.

 

 

2 thoughts on “Fickle, thy name is……..

  1. Yup you are right about that it’s all in the meta search engine’s algorithm some tags are more titillating. The key is to arouse curiosity, “Let’s get down to business. (walk) Uncross those beautiful stems of yours, baby, here’s the case I call number 666. It all began innocently enough on Tuesday. I was sitting in my office on that drizzly afternoon listening to the monotonous staccato of rain on my desktop and reading my name on the glass of my office door. “Regnad Kcin”. My secretary lay snoring on the floor (snores) her long, beautiful gams pinioned under the couch. I didn’t hear him enter, (creaky door/walking) but my nostrils flared at the smell of his perfume… Pyramid Patchouli. There was only one joker in L.A. sensitive enough to wear that scent and I had to find out who he was.” Nick Danger Third Eye.

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